Tips On How NOT To Be A Decent Human Being PART ONE
AKA: THE INSTRUCTION BOOKLET
ON HOW TO BE A FUCKING DICK
This is, folks, what transpired this past weekend, Friday, 10.28.05 thru Sunday 10.30.05. It of course involves my mom, dad, and brother, Justin, ALL FROM OHIO. OF COURSE, the following just counts what my dad was pleasant enough to bless us with, his true person. A mean, selfish, bastard. I am still trying to mentally get myself out of my shell after these couple of days......
1. You call my autistic brother (Justin), a “Death Sentence”, and that he will never go away.
2. You tell Justin, that if he don’t quit trashing your house, then he will be homeless.
3. You tell Justin, that if doesn’t behave, he will be sent to an institution.
4. You tell Justin, “Stop acting like a retard”.
5. You look at my mom with disgust, and snottily tell her “ your stomach is hanging out”, when all she was doing was laying on the couch, and the bottom of her shirt showed her stomach a tiny little bit. (She is VERY skinny by the way)
6. You throw my mom’s car keys at MY front door, at MY wife and mother, because they were not taking the car you wanted them too.
7. You bitch and fucking moan about how many hours my mom works while you thumb through and point out a 2006 Honda Goldwing, which is priced at $24,000. (He has 2 motorcycles currently by the way)
8. You kick MY kid’s shit around on the floor, because you are pissed that you have to inflate Justin’s mattress, so he can sleep ON THE FUCKING FLOOR, and you give us an inflatable mattress as “our” Christmas present, which is for Justin, and we will never, ever, ever, use, EVER.
9. You have my mom throw your stupid ass house slippers OVER MY KID’S head, and nearly hit one of MY kids, making me want to snap your fucking neck.
10. You call ME, a man who is 27 years old, been married for 5 years, has 2 year old twins, owned 3 houses, and owned innumerable cars, suv’s, trucks, a KID, in a demeaning way, no joking at all. AGAIN, making me want to snap your fucking neck. The only thing kid like about me, is how I still act when I am around you, and how you still treat me.
11. I hear from my wife how you snatched MY kid from MY wife’s arm shitty like, because my wife was trying to keep both of OUR kids behaving, again making me want to snap your fucking neck.
12. You give me a 45 minute lecture about money, and retirement, and to stop pissing MY money away, because my job will soon be gone, even you don’t know what the fuck your talking about. YOU HAVE NO ROOM TO TALK.
13. You comment, and ask, “what are you doing” while I am on the computer, and say “I really need to clean this room up” (computer room), while I am trying to do it, and ask if I need help, WHICH I REPLIED NO, and you proceed to “help” by shoving newspapers that I was keeping, into a trash bag, even though I SAID NOT TO. AGAIN, making me want to snap your fucking neck.
14. You slap your hands together at my mom, like a FUCKING DOG, or maybe a three year old, and tell her to get up, put her pajamas on, and brush her teeth, because she is laying on the couch, MINDING HER OWN FUCKING BUSINESS, and she shouldn’t be laying around, and she needs to go to bed.
THAT IS ENOUGH FOR NOW…………..
TO BE CONTINUED……………..
AT SOME OTHER TIME.
ON HOW TO BE A FUCKING DICK
This is, folks, what transpired this past weekend, Friday, 10.28.05 thru Sunday 10.30.05. It of course involves my mom, dad, and brother, Justin, ALL FROM OHIO. OF COURSE, the following just counts what my dad was pleasant enough to bless us with, his true person. A mean, selfish, bastard. I am still trying to mentally get myself out of my shell after these couple of days......
1. You call my autistic brother (Justin), a “Death Sentence”, and that he will never go away.
2. You tell Justin, that if he don’t quit trashing your house, then he will be homeless.
3. You tell Justin, that if doesn’t behave, he will be sent to an institution.
4. You tell Justin, “Stop acting like a retard”.
5. You look at my mom with disgust, and snottily tell her “ your stomach is hanging out”, when all she was doing was laying on the couch, and the bottom of her shirt showed her stomach a tiny little bit. (She is VERY skinny by the way)
6. You throw my mom’s car keys at MY front door, at MY wife and mother, because they were not taking the car you wanted them too.
7. You bitch and fucking moan about how many hours my mom works while you thumb through and point out a 2006 Honda Goldwing, which is priced at $24,000. (He has 2 motorcycles currently by the way)
8. You kick MY kid’s shit around on the floor, because you are pissed that you have to inflate Justin’s mattress, so he can sleep ON THE FUCKING FLOOR, and you give us an inflatable mattress as “our” Christmas present, which is for Justin, and we will never, ever, ever, use, EVER.
9. You have my mom throw your stupid ass house slippers OVER MY KID’S head, and nearly hit one of MY kids, making me want to snap your fucking neck.
10. You call ME, a man who is 27 years old, been married for 5 years, has 2 year old twins, owned 3 houses, and owned innumerable cars, suv’s, trucks, a KID, in a demeaning way, no joking at all. AGAIN, making me want to snap your fucking neck. The only thing kid like about me, is how I still act when I am around you, and how you still treat me.
11. I hear from my wife how you snatched MY kid from MY wife’s arm shitty like, because my wife was trying to keep both of OUR kids behaving, again making me want to snap your fucking neck.
12. You give me a 45 minute lecture about money, and retirement, and to stop pissing MY money away, because my job will soon be gone, even you don’t know what the fuck your talking about. YOU HAVE NO ROOM TO TALK.
13. You comment, and ask, “what are you doing” while I am on the computer, and say “I really need to clean this room up” (computer room), while I am trying to do it, and ask if I need help, WHICH I REPLIED NO, and you proceed to “help” by shoving newspapers that I was keeping, into a trash bag, even though I SAID NOT TO. AGAIN, making me want to snap your fucking neck.
14. You slap your hands together at my mom, like a FUCKING DOG, or maybe a three year old, and tell her to get up, put her pajamas on, and brush her teeth, because she is laying on the couch, MINDING HER OWN FUCKING BUSINESS, and she shouldn’t be laying around, and she needs to go to bed.
THAT IS ENOUGH FOR NOW…………..
TO BE CONTINUED……………..
AT SOME OTHER TIME.
posted by Walking Contradiction at 11/04/2005 05:05:00 AM
Wow...
Having an autistic brother myself, I feel like the most offensive lies in those comments... but generally... damn. He sounds like a tough person to deal with...
And even though it sucks, just know that you are being the better person.
Yep! that pretty much summed the trip up huh? His dad is a TOTAL jerk!!! The ONE nice thing I can say for him is he is a great grandpa to the kids. They LOVE him and he seems to really takr to them as well. I try to focus on that and let the other SHIT roll off my back until they leave. My mom came out tues-thurs and we fixed matt's computer up for him. We busted our butt's to get it all done while he was at work and the kids were in bed. I am still sore from it all. I really hope you like it. I see some of the stuff we hung must not have felt right cuz he took it down.(I am kinda bummed bout that part). Anyway don't dwell on dad it will never change just find a way to cope when he around which is not real often ( thank god!) and move on. It's not worth draggin into our lives for more than that.
MAN Angi,,,, God knows just who to set up with who don't He. You are so good sticking by Matt with all this crap he has been handed. Love ya both, mom
This is kind of off-topic, but your mention of your autistic brother and the way your father spoke to him reminded me of this great book called "Angelhead" by Greg Bottoms. Now, this book has nothing to do with autism, it has to do with schizophrenia, and the father in that book is nowhere near the douchebag you portrayed your dad to be, but, uh...
Hmm. Not sure why I brought this up. I'm going to go look at something shiny now.
Oh yeah! It's a great book. Pick it up if you get a chance.